Dear diary,
Today was supposed to be my birthday, though it didn’t have cakes, candles, or presents, but another painful day of living as an orphan along with my little sister. We got separated from our parents and were brought onto a dinghy that ended up bringing us to an unknown land, where we have nothing and no one to look up to. Some people took us to a refugee shelter and gave us a place to stay. It didn’t have a bed nor a brightly lit room with tables — it was only one room made of cardboard walls that could barely hold my sister and me.
The people were not very friendly either and exploited us both. They made us do chores like carrying heavy bags that contained concrete to build new houses. They even made us “hunt for our own food” close to the borders. It was dangerous, but there were no real threats.
Sometimes I think it could’ve been worse — I could’ve lost my sister Joanna, the only family I have left. I’d rather live in poverty than stay in that place that uses us like slaves.
Someday, someday.
Thomas, twelve years old
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